It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Arriving in Cyprus
i arrived in cyprus and dumped my gear into my room and me and my friends headed straight to the beach.
We all went leggeing into the water and i skidded on the rocks under the water and thought nothing more of it.
I then decided to get my face mask and snorkel and have a swim so i wonder up over the sandy beach and up onto the patio area beside the bar.
I bend down and notice a bloody footprint and think what idiot is bleeding all over theplace only to have one of the girls with us advise me that it is me and i am pissing blood out of my ankle.
I then get rushed to the local medical centre have all the sand removed from my cut with some hydro stuff that makes the blood bubble and get 4 stitches and told i am not allowed to swim the rest of the holiday as there have been sharks spotted in the area and they don't advise me with a nice cut to go swimming. the stitches are then removed the day before we leave.
At least i eneded up meeting 2 tasty nurse's and a rather tasty female doctor :D
( , Fri 22 Apr 2005, 9:18, Reply)
i arrived in cyprus and dumped my gear into my room and me and my friends headed straight to the beach.
We all went leggeing into the water and i skidded on the rocks under the water and thought nothing more of it.
I then decided to get my face mask and snorkel and have a swim so i wonder up over the sandy beach and up onto the patio area beside the bar.
I bend down and notice a bloody footprint and think what idiot is bleeding all over theplace only to have one of the girls with us advise me that it is me and i am pissing blood out of my ankle.
I then get rushed to the local medical centre have all the sand removed from my cut with some hydro stuff that makes the blood bubble and get 4 stitches and told i am not allowed to swim the rest of the holiday as there have been sharks spotted in the area and they don't advise me with a nice cut to go swimming. the stitches are then removed the day before we leave.
At least i eneded up meeting 2 tasty nurse's and a rather tasty female doctor :D
( , Fri 22 Apr 2005, 9:18, Reply)
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